David, David Rockefeller
Thinks his life was so damn stellar

Evil shit, death overdue
His crap agenda freakin' blew

I'm glad he's dead, we're better off
Cook his bones and make some broth

Just don't sip, you will regret
You'll be cursed from David's wet

Now he's gone a void is left
In his legacy of theft

Good Riddance ... you bastard.